"Hmm..." Roland looked at the files Tim had sent over. "I can't understand any of this."
"I knew it..." Bronze Tiger sounded resigned. "So you called Robin just to hear a story?"
"Ahem, let's look at the other files..." Roland opened the computer beside him and soon found a clue. "Two hundred gigs for one picture? Who are they trying to fool?"
"You know computers, too?"
"Not much else, but I know a little about hiding things on them." Roland changed the image's extension to zip, then extracted it. "This is so amateurish. Are they really an international terrorist organization?"
"The Burial Gang is an international terrorist organization..." Kara's mouth twitched. "They didn't seem this pathetic when we destroyed their other bases."
"Maybe it's the African region's excellent matchmaking system. They don't run into anyone here who knows what they're doing—
—so they just half-assed it," Roland quipped.
"That's possible, too." Kara nodded.
Once the files finished extracting, Roland looked through the contents. "BioPharmaFinder? What's that?"
"Better ask Robin." Bronze Tiger and Vixen exchanged a glance and shrugged.
"It's software for characterizing biotherapeutic drugs," Tim explained wearily after answering the call. "It's mainly used for quality control in biopharmaceutical manufacturing, characterizing product attributes, and optimizing research and development workflows."
"Okay, help me see what's in here." Roland started a video call and showed Tim the software interface.
"Click there..." Tim began guiding Roland remotely.
"They aren't making an ordinary zombie poison," Tim said as he studied the screen. "They've modified it, adding a protein—something like an allergen."
"An allergen?"
"In other words, someone on Earth who could originally withstand this poison... is no longer immune."
"Superman?" Roland guessed the Burial Gang's goal. "These guys are aiming pretty high."
"But the good news is that their plan failed," Kara said. "This